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Tuesday, 24 November 2015

An Essay on Turning 70

I
reached a milestone birthday on the weekend by turning 70. Although not
life-altering by any means, it was, to me at least, a significant event.

Many
people reading this will already have passed this threshold and no longer be
all that impressed. But those of us who get this far still only reach the day once. I have two
sisters who went passed the age some time back. Our parents never made it, so for us it is a bit more eventful.

I
have to say this one snuck up on me. It seems like it was only a short time ago
that my wife and I were in our thirties, busy renovating a home, raising a
family, attending kids’ hockey games and parent-teacher meetings, and generally
doing all the things younger people do and enjoy. Now I have grandchildren the
same ages as our children were those many decades ago and their parents doing
what we did.

There
is a very old saying, the origins of which apparently lost in history: Time and
tide wait for no man. A similar phrase appeared in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales – The Clerk’s Tale – in
1478: Ay fleeth the tyme; it nyl no man
abyde (Ever flees the time; it will wait for no man). In that passage it had
to do with a man considering marriage, though, not turning 70! Seventy, for goodness sake!

Time
does seem to go exceedingly faster these days. As I said, this particular
birthday seemed to come on very quickly. Did we not just celebrate my 60th?
And 50th? And what about that big party we had for my 40th?
For this birthday we had a quiet dinner out: just my wife, two of my sisters, a
brother-in-law and my daughter who flew in especially for the occasion – and
me, of course. Our dogs helped marked the day by not getting me up at five
in the morning for their first constitutional walk; they waited until 5:30!

Being
70 offers a different perspective on life. We are certainly slower of foot,
stiffer of joint and less patient with things like shovelling snow or mowing
grass. We are no longer saving for retirement. We are there! Although I am busy
every day, doing such activities as this – writing a blog post – I am no longer
employed (or “employable” as I like to joke). These days I am engaged mostly in
genealogical pursuits: ancestral research, writing, editing and assisting
others. Older people like to have hobbies to keep busy. This more than
qualifies.

Travel
just got a little more complicated as insurance companies will now want to be
more assured about my health than they would have demanded last week.
Apparently they are more concerned, in just one day, that I am not going
to collapse on a trip outside the country and they will have to cough up for
medical expenses. (Isn’t it funny that they are the ones who now want more
insurance?) I am quite confident that none of my ancestors ever had to think
about this aspect when they picked up and moved from England, Scotland and Germany to faraway places in North
America .

It
has struck me that birthdays themselves are a big part of family history. We
look for specific dates on which our ancestors came into the world and, of
course, those dates as well, when they departed. We often consider, and
compare the ages that people reached in the past, perhaps in some morbid
fashion wondering how close we might be to the end ourselves. Yes, I have gone
back into my files recently to see how many of my direct ancestors made it this
far. The news is good; a large number of them lived well into their 80s. Maybe
I’ll analyze that in another blog post.

I
am happy to have made it this far. I will celebrate it, not just for myself,
but also for those family members who did not achieve this age but who would
have been pleased that I did: my mother, my father, my little brother, all of
whom I have written about here before (Mother’s Day, My Mother’s
Scrapbook,
A Special 100th
Birthday,
My Parents’
Wedding,
My Brother Jimmy). And I will particularly
hope that my descendants all enjoy at least 70 years of life – in good health
and with as happy experiences behind them as I have had.

Wayne, 65 years ago!

Wayne Shepheard is a volunteer with theOnline Parish Clerkprogram in England, handling four
parishes inDevon, England. He has published a
number of articles about various aspects of genealogy and is the Editor ofRelatively Speaking, the
quarterly journal of the Alberta Genealogical Society. Wayne also provides
genealogical consulting services through his business,Family History Facilitated

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The photo in the background of this website is of the Miller-Watson Family, taken in Manhattan, Kansas, USA, around 1886. My great-grandfather, Isaac Mayfield Miller, is in the back row, second from the right. My 2nd great-grandmother, Hannah Tunstal (Mayfield) Miller-Watson, is seated front-centre. The other individuals are all of Hannah's other children from both of her marriages.

About Me

Wayne has pursued family history research for a number of decades, on
his own behalf and for others. He volunteers as an Online Parish Clerk,
handling four parishes in Devon, England. Wayne has also been active with a number of family history societies and is the past editor of two family history society journals. He is also an author of several articles
published in a number of different genealogical journals and has made
presentations at genealogical conferences. Following a long and successful
career as a geologist in the oil & gas industry, Wayne now pursues
genealogy as a hobby and a second line of work through his business, Family
History Facilitated.

Wayne is a native Calgarian and a descendant of many immigrants to
southern Alberta who originated in England, Scotland, Germany, the United
States and possibly other areas not yet determined. He actively explores many
family branches spread across Canada, the United States, the United Kingdom and
Europe.